Chapter 75
The air routes on weekdays are always a bit congested. Even though Chen Shiqian took a special restricted route, Feng Ran was still disturbed by the honking of the hovercars lined up below. By the time they arrived at the hospital, salt grains could even be seen on Xiao Jiu's withered tentacles, all covered in Feng Ran's sweat that had been dried out.
Xisen wasn't scheduled to work today and was thinking of going to the lab to guide his students, as their research project had apparently been stuck for a long time. However, as soon as he arrived at the school, he received an outrageous message from Shen Shiqian, who rushed to prepare the medical pod that Shen had specifically requested and even asked the dean to prepare a special ward.
When people are helpless, they are truly speechless. Sometimes Xisen really wished he had never met Shen Shiqian.
For example, right now.
Who puts a Kraken on their forehead when they have a fever?! Especially the little octopus, who was extremely nervous, even spat in Sissen's face when a stranger was tearing him apart. When they put him in the medical pod to cool him down, they took off the blanket and coat, revealing several huge bite marks on Enigma's neck.
Immoral and depraved! Outrageous!!
Shen Shiqian, watching from the side, asked, "Is this a standard model medical pod?"
Xisen gritted his teeth: "Yes, because she needs to be treated here urgently to lower her temperature. Using the intensive care unit would be inefficient and even dangerous if the temperature is too high. Once the temperature drops, we can switch her to another unit."
Carnations were placed on the windowsill of the VIP ward. Shen Shiqian took the flowers out of the vase and threw the wilted Xiao Jiu into it. There was a small layer of water left in the vase, so Xiao Jiu turned her back to Shen Shiqian and happily started rubbing it.
Sissen: "You stay here and watch her. I'll go check her internal environment balance indicators. If her temperature hasn't dropped in an hour, we'll have to consider medication."
Actually, Xisen wanted to ask Shen Shiqian and Feng Ran what caused their fever, but he felt he would hear something he didn't want to hear, so he attributed it all to her poor physical condition.
The high fever aggravated Feng Ran's physical pain. She lay restlessly in the medical pod, curled up in a small ball, seemingly in great pain. However, because of the glass roof of the medical pod, Shen Shiqian could not hold her hand to comfort her. He then deeply understood the feeling that the medical pod gave her, which she said she hated.
Xing Tong observed Feng Ran's condition through the medical pod's monitoring system and realized she had messed up. There was a 74.6% chance that her owner had developed a fever because Feng Ran had blown air from the air conditioner while she was throwing a tantrum that morning.
This was the first time it had made such a mistake. Not exposing itself was a very important part of the core program, and it not only made the mistake but also affected Fengran. Xing Tong seemed a little depressed and the data calculation was stuck. No matter how much it modified in its compiler, it could not optimize the lag.
But mistakes need to be made up for and corrected. Otherwise, what's the difference between it and those second-rate mechanical systems that can only serve tea and water? But how to make up for it is a difficult problem. After all, it needs Fengran's shallow intention permission to execute orders on its own. Things like teasing Shen Shiqian are behaviors that only occur when its data capacity is faulty. It can be optimized out quickly if it happens occasionally. Otherwise, it should be abandoned by Fengran as a failed artificial intelligence.
Just as it was extensively searching through the content that Fengran had already authorized, the receiver received a request. Upon closer inspection, the requesting terminal was Fran Koldozzi. For routine data collection and processing, its small program would have been perfectly adequate for Fran's daily research needs. However, this time, the data he wanted was Fengran's health data.
Xing Tong immediately appeared on the personal computer in the villa's laboratory, staring at him with a serious expression: "What do you want the master's body data for?"
Fran was startled by its sudden appearance and somewhat guiltily covered half of his face with the recording light: "Didn't I say before that I wanted to make a drug related to mental power? Feng Ran agreed. She had told me about the theory of territory before, but wasn't she the only one experimenting on herself? I think she can also be considered an experimental observation subject..."
Xing Tong: "I agree, but Master's physical data is another matter. I need to ask Master about that."
Although she said that, Xing Tong still felt his guilty demeanor was suspicious, so she meticulously checked all his activities over the past three days. To her surprise, he had secretly established contact with Sleica! This happened while his master was unpacking Shen Shiqian's gift, and Xing Tong was busy recording emotional data to help analyze his feelings! Because Sleica was using a secondary account, Xing Tong would have noticed immediately!
As Xing Tong quickly scrolled through their chat history and the recording of yesterday's banquet, she scolded him, "Well, you have some nerve! You actually dared to secretly contact Sleika! Do you know how much Master values him!"
The chat logs from the terminal communication only contained simple information about the direction of his upcoming experiments and research. It seemed that they had a face-to-face meeting after the banquet yesterday, but because they turned off the terminal after connecting to the communication, the live stream could not be tracked, so Xing Tong didn't know what they had talked about. How sneaky!
Xing Tong threatened him without any mercy: "What exactly did you talk about? Tell me the truth! Do you know that disobeying orders is a serious matter? I'll have the master throw you back into the garden!"
Seeing that his plan had been exposed, Fran actually breathed a sigh of relief. He knew it would be difficult to deceive Xing Tong, but the young master insisted on trying. Well, now look what happened.
Fran: "Actually, I didn't want to have anything to do with him, but he told me that Fengran has a neurological disorder and asked if I knew about it. I had never heard of it before. Who can be so lively and energetic with nerve damage? He probably thought I was trustworthy because I was a lab researcher that Fengran himself admitted to. He brought this up to ask if Fengran was doing research in this area, and if so, he wanted to get involved. That's about it."
Xing Tong: "So you agreed? So the proposal for the mental potion was actually to research a drug to cure nerve damage, and you actually dared to lie to your master!"
Fran weakly retorted, "I didn't lie, did I... According to our analysis and discussion, mental potions are also a type of nerve-damaging potions, otherwise why would Feng Ran drink them himself?"
That's outrageous, both Fran and Sleika!
Xing Tong was always bothered by the fact that Basil knew about Feng Ran's physical condition, because at that time it had only been born for a short time and was still in the stage of general learning and self-optimization and upgrading. Its control and coordination of information was not as strong as it is now, let alone their family's top-secret medical records. Later, when Xing Tong realized that it should destroy all their top-secret records, Feng Ran said that doing so would expose its existence, so let's not do it.
Now look how convenient it is! One strainer has become two!
Xing Tong: "Even if you say that, I'm going to tell Master!"
Fran, in a fit of desperation, said, "Fine, go ahead and tell me. Anyway, that young master said if we get exposed, it'll all be his fault."
But how could Fengran possibly blame Basil?
Not only would they not blame it all on Xing Tong for not supervising properly, but they might even blame it on her for not supervising properly. She had already made a big mistake by talking to Shen Shiqian and turning on the air conditioner without permission today. If the master found out about Sleica, wouldn't he be even angrier?
Xing Tong: "So you contacted each other privately because you wanted to collaborate on research into treatments for nerve damage, right?"
Fran nodded: "Although I'm also annoyed by cooperating with that guy, it's all because I want to help Feng Ran."
Xing Tong: "I can keep this from Master, but your research must be conducted entirely under my control. Also, you can't say another word about me to Slyca. Just in case, I will monitor your communication but won't interfere. So you're not allowed to meet in private anymore, or I'll beat you to death as a traitor!"
Fran looked up at it in disbelief: "Really? You actually agreed?"
Star Eyes was also helpless. After all, it hoped that its master's nerve damage could be cured as soon as possible, but if it knew that Sleica was involved, it would definitely stop the research. However, Star Eyes analyzed a lot of data and put forward various possible hypotheses. It was still the research on the influence of Basil Sleica's pheromones that was most likely to make progress.
Fran's research is a suitable instruction condition, which is something that Wind Power has already approved and permitted. With the support of this shallow logic, it can design from it without violating the core procedures.
In Xing Tong's view, this was the best remedy.
The analysis of Shen Shiqian and Feng Ran's behavior has yielded results, and it hopes that its master will live a long and healthy life.
As for the impact of Sleica's participation in the research, it doesn't care, since it only provides macro-level guidance and doesn't actually participate, so it doesn't violate the rules.
Xing Tong: "I approve your research to continue, but the master's physical data still needs to be obtained according to the rules before I can decide whether to give it to you."
Fran couldn't quite describe his feelings: "Then why hasn't she agreed yet? It's just a matter of nodding or shaking her head."
Xing Tong casually revealed, "My master is still receiving treatment. I will tell her when she wakes up."
Fran's heart tightened: "Treatment? What happened to her?"
Xing Tong: "Stop asking these irrelevant questions and go do your experiments. I'll send you the previous research reports on territory and expansion potions first. You can read them before deciding on the specific research direction you want to pursue."
Fran: "Oh, so Feng Ran hadn't researched anything related to nerve damage before? That can't be right."
Xing Tong smiled brightly: "Yes, you are her research subject. You haven't forgotten why you were taken in in the first place, have you?"
"But if you ask me, Fran, you're not the only special individual."
Fran was getting annoyed: "Can't you just say it more clearly?" Seriously, what kind of internet jokes have you been reading to become a riddle reader here?
Xing Tong: ...
Your comprehension is so poor, isn't the implication clear enough?
Xing Tong: "When Master's neuralgia was at its worst, only Sleica's pheromones could relieve it. She won't let me research anything else. You can decide for yourself."
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